Sleepless.

Lying on my bed at 20 minutes past midnight I finally feel to come out of the closet and face the reality. The truth that we all run away from, every single time. But this time I'm going to put it all down once and for all. Yes, no job, no love and to top it all, no friends to bitch about. This is a perfect description of a person who might feel depressed, low, shallow and possibly seem to portray her lonely life crisis but not this time. I would rather dust off the idea within the same breath. The whole situation today is a consequence of my own conscious efforts over the course of time. So who and why should I be running away from the truth and cursing the world, the para terrestrial powers (Science grads can go crazy too, they ought to not be logical always - Monotony is definitely not enticing). I start believing in myself again and the positive realisation that there is something good in store for me, something better than the situation I'm in today. I motivate myself by completely giving in to the notion that nothing can go worse than the pool of shit around me. Sometimes such a kind of feeling can actually make things better, at least in your head. And this feeling often elevates you from the under-confident thoughts. Often believed to be true that humans often need a shoulder to cry on and when the shoulder goes missing for sometime, we try to find the same within ourselves or better just learn to hold back the tears. Even this time, so be it.